There’s something irresistible about free books, especially when they are found in unexpected places – in this case, spotted while leaving a farm market. You rush to the bookshelf and peruse the titles with a singularity of purpose rarely known on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Title after title of self help books and guides to spiritual enlightenment only makes that rare find just so much more desirable – a recognizable name, a unique premise, anything that indicates that this book might be … well, if not amazing, at least tolerable. Really, the most mundane books seem like absolute gems when found in such a situation.
That is how I came across “Here on Earth” by Alice Hoffman. I had no real expectations regarding the book’s quality – I knew the author’s name, but it was there, it was free, and there wasn’t anything more appealing to be had.
The book’s most glaring flaw is its basic premise – I just can’t see how it is necessary to have a modern Wuthering Heights. The gothic exaggerations and extravagances just don’t translate well to the modern world. There is a certain absurdity that the author seems insensitive to. Reading the book was a relatively painless experience – I cringed occasionally at some overly sentimental attempts at poetry, but couldn’t complain much about how the book moved along through the story. The characters were hard to understand, a bit forced – but what else could you expect from such an attempt? I really think it best to just leave Wuthering Heights when and where it belongs. Continue reading